“When we do it again, it won’t hurt?”
“It won’t hurt.”
“Good. I liked it. Not at first because of the pain but you waited and it stopped hurting and it felt good.”
“When you’re ready, I’ll show you how good it is for you to have an orgasm while my dick is still inside you.”
“You can do that?”
“Yes. You’ve got a lot to learn.”
She spun around. Her hand lying flat against his chest. “You’ll teach me?”
“I’ll teach you whatever you want to know. Just tell me what it is your heart desires and I’ll do what I can to give it to you.”
She reached up to cup his cheek. “Are you even real?”
He laughed. “What makes you think I’m not real?”
“I don’t know how someone can be related to that monster and be … nice.”
He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her open palm. “I’m not nice, Elenore. I want you to be aware of that. I’ve never been a good man. I’m a monster.”
“You saved me.”
“And a lot of women have died before you. Until I take my father’s place, a lot more will die as well.”
“When will you take his place?” she asked.
“When I know I’ve got the power to get rid of all of my father’s loyal followers. He has a lot of men and they are willing to die for him. They would see me dead before they ever followed me.”
“Oh.”
“It’s politics.”
“It sounds dangerous.”
“All of it is.” He grabbed a sponge and some soap. “Let me take care of you. I’ve got some presents out there that I think you’d like.”
“Presents?”
“Gifts.”
“I’ve never had gifts.”
“You’re going to like these. I promise.” He kissed her head. Putting the sponge to her skin, he started to massage into her flesh. She let out a moan, and he took his time with her, getting her used to his touch once again. Her nipples were hard buds and he wanted to do nothing more than lick and suck them.
He didn’t. He held himself back, taking his time. Washing her body, relaxing her.
After he’d soaped her body, she took the sponge and did the same. His cock got hard but he ignored the demands of it. He was the one in charge and until Elenore had recovered, he wouldn’t be playing any time soon.
Tonight, she’d granted him something precious and in return, he was going to fight for her freedom, but time was running out. If he didn’t take out his father soon, he had no doubt his old man would learn the truth, if he didn’t already.
He shampooed and conditioned her hair. With the long locks, he fingered the length before rinsing it out. After climbing out of the bath, he held a towel out to her and dried her body.
“Don’t get dressed.”
With a towel wrapped around his waist, and his body mostly dry, he led the way through to the hall where the packages waited. “Open them,” he said.
“They’re all for me?”
“Yes.”
She knelt down on the floor. He watched as she opened them and pulled out the first pale-yellow summer dress.
“You bought me clothes.” Her hand stroked over the fabric. “It’s so pretty.”
“You’re free to wear what you want. You can, of course, still wear my sweatpants, but I hope you get some enjoyment out of these clothes.”
She looked up at him. “Did you pick them?”
“Yes. I picked everything.” Moving around her, he opened up some of the lingerie. “Try them on. Let me see.”
She took a matching yellow lace set and removed her towel.
He admired her body as she slid her feet into the panties. He’d gotten her size just right. Everything fit perfectly.
Smiling to himself, he sat back and just wanted her. So beautiful.
She couldn’t do the zip of the dress. He finished it for her, zipping her into it. She ran her hand over the fabric, touching her waist. “It feels really good.”
“I’m glad.”
“Where do I put everything?”
“In my closet. That’s where you’re going to be sleeping from now on. In my room, in my bed.” He wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I feel like a normal woman.”
“You will be a normal woman. Timothy’s working on some identification. One day, you will live your life how you want. There will be no late-night demands. You’ll be free.”
“Free. I stopped thinking about my freedom a long time ago.” She took a deep breath and he saw the tears in her eyes. “I’m free now, Raphael.”
“Not truly free.”
“I can’t walk out the door but I can say no and yes. I like being able to say that. Will you teach me how to read?”
“Yes. How about I don’t go to work tomorrow? I stay right here and I teach you how to read. We can write, and I’ll show you how to tell the time.”
“I’d like that.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t know what I did for you to help me, but I’m so glad you did. You’re a special man, Raphael.”